When thou, poor excommunicate From all the joys of love, shalt see The full reward and glorious fate Which my strong faith shall purchase me, Then curse thine own inconstancy. A fairer hand than thine shall cure That heart which thy false oaths did wound, And to my soul a soul more pure Than thine shall by Love's hand be bound, And both with equal glory crown'd. Then shalt thou weep, entreat, complain To Love, as I did once to thee; When all thy tears shall be as vain As mine were then, for thou shalt be Damned for thy false apostasy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RIDDLE: A STAR by MOTHER GOOSE DISAPPOINTED by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS TODAY by MARY FRANCES MARSHALL BUTTS ON A CORNELIAN HEART WHICH WAS BROKEN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON PUTTING THE CREAM IN THE WELL OF VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY A FICKLE HEART by GUY WETMORE CARRYL |